HOLY CRAP!!

I really could not believe this game it was so good! I usually don't blog or comment about football games, but OH MY HECK that game was so good. I'm sure the USC fans thought, WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED! And I don't blame them. I don't even know what happened other than the Oregon State University football team beat the #1 USC Trojans AGAIN! In 2006 the OSU Beavers beat the #3 ranked USC team shocking the college football world. Then, again the NCAA football universe was scratching its head after little Oregon State again slapped USC with a big fat L!

When I turned to the game late and saw that the score was 7-0 and that it was the Trojans with the goose egg, I was beginning to feel the tingling of an upset. But, when the score was 21-0 at the half, I was falling on the floor. I did say to my dad, "if any one can come back from a 21 pt deficit it was USC .And if anyone can blow a 21 pt advantage it was OSU." I was getting a really bad feeling when USC made up some quick ground by scoring 14 unanswered points. Was OSU going to lose this thing. I could see the offensive machine that is USC marching down and scoring another TD when Sanchez the infallible threw an awful pass to the OSU defenceI actually yelled, yes I was home watching a football game and yelled a screetchy girl yell about football! I heard me do it and instantly thought that it sounded kind of lame. Oh, well, I was having fun.

Then, the onside kick...Oregon State recovers...the knee...time out...the knee...and the whatever good football karma Oregon State has been saving for the last two years has been used!

THE OREGON STATE BEAVERS HAVE DEFEATED THE NUMBER ONE RANKED FOOTBALL TEAM THE USC TROJANS!!!!

Umm...is my mom trying to kill me?

Hmm... what should I write about.......I wish I had something funny to tell you that would cheer you up.... Oh, I could tell you about the time my mom tried to kill me this week... OK Picture a dark narrow staircase and the lights are burned out...Then picture my mom leaving a vaccum, or is it vaccuum or vacuum? Anywayz, she leaves that dirt sucking thingy in the middle of the floor right above the stairs.

Now, I go walking up the stairs notice the lights aren't working and decide, "hey, I have pretty good recall, I don't need no stinking lights." and walk up the stairs drinking a soda.

Then it happens... I trip on the vaccuu...dirt sucking thinging, spill soda all over me, swear at the top of my lungs, find the light switch in my mom's sewing room, turn the light on, try and set my soda on her ironing board, step on a seam ripper she dropped on the floor instead! Yell again and spill more soda, hit my arm on the still hot as hades iron that she forgot to turn off that happened to be sitting on the ironing board!

Seriously,I was expecting an anvil to drop on my head any second, that's how cartoony I felt after all that stupid stuff happening all at once. All, my mom could do was say, "oops. Sorry." I would have sworn she planned that like Wiley Coyote does for the Road Runner...I'm just not as lucky as that freakin' bird!

Is the sun really going to come up tomorrow?

After my last post I realized that it was 9/11. My world was rocked off its foundation that day in 2001. It was such a personal moment shared by the whole country. We were glued to the news. We looked at our lives and wondered what was really important. For me, I wondered if my two brothers were going to be drafted into a war started by some mad man living in a cave on the other side of the world. I remember sitting in my room and for the first time in my life really questioned if the sun was really going to rise the next morning. How could it? For me the words were too impossible to form to describe the new world I woke up to on 9/11. The pictures spoke more than anything I could imagine to say. Living in the world were cameras, video cameras, and cell phones with cameras were everywhere the victims were the photojournalists and the photojournalists were the victims. I picked this picture because it showed the devistation, the determination and the hope that 9/11 left us trying to figure out.

"Out damn spot!"

I live in a house that has a yellow bathtub and equally buttery matching toilet. Yes, it's a throwback to the place between the 1970's and the 1980's and the color of my sunshine depressed bathroom lost some battle here in the 2000's.

Needless to say, after approximately 30 years-ish of water, showers, and soaking the stress out baths in my yellow submarine tub leaves annoying water spots. Oh, it drove me nuts! I tried soft scrub, not-so soft scrub, hydrochloric acid, Comet, Cupid and a little Donner and I still could not get the water residue out!

Now, this is where the switch in me gets flipped. All of a sudden I go from oh...hum...too bad-- to I AM GOING TO USE EVERY LAST ONCE OF STRENGTH, WILL POWER AND IF NEEDS BE MY VERY LIFE TO GET THESE WATER STAINS OUT OF THIS BATHTUB!!!

Yes, somehow I've turned a little light house cleaning into a gladiator battle to the death! A talent you should be glad you don't have.

I run through the mental list of available tools that might do the trick... Chisel-no. Power drill-no. Hack saw-no. Rock salt-uh maybe-no. My copy of the movie Cinderella and hope there is some way those cute little mice will jump out of the screen and start working on my tub - uh haven't inhaled enough cleaning fumes for that to be really possible yet, so no. Out damn spot! (you can always use the word damn guilt free when quoting Shakespeare)

Then, like a ton of bricks it hits me...A pumice stone! It is abrasive in all the right ways. It gets the hard water rings stains out of the toilet! It should work on my bathtub! I considered turning on a little "Celebrate, Celebrate, Let the good times roll," but came to the conclusion that would be overdoing it a little.

With my goal of a water spot free tub within my reach, I am invigorated and start scrubbing away at those 'damn spots'! My energy level increases as I see the spots disappear and I rinse them away! Oh, how satisfying that was. Yeah, that's right if they gave medals out for kicking butt on water stains--that medal would have my face on it.

I poured out some more soft scrub and rinsed the tub out one last time and enjoyed the beautiful bottom of my reborn buttercup colored bathtub! That's when it happened... the bathtub dried out and I was aghast at what was left behind.

My beautiful bathtub looked like some white trash mechanic decided to wash every car part from his front yard in his bathroom... Or some one had taken a bunch of cinder blocks and washed them nicely in their tub...which is basically what I did. My bathtub looked a little like a car that a janitor had keyed with every single one of his billion keys!!!!

How could this gone so wrong! When people come and stay they're going to look at that tub and decide how uncomfortable it would be to sit in the sink and bathe. I did have one consolation, that bathtub has no water spots on it and you can't tell that I scraped the heck out of it when it's wet. I'll have to run before my guests need to shower and say as the hostess I must warm the water before they get in... Anyway, I'll never pull it off. So, if by chance you happen to come and have to use my tub you'll know why it looks like someone washed it with rocks...IT'S BECAUSE I DID!

My poor tub...

It's late... and is that a cow falling?

OK, For those who know me, they probably realize that I can have problems sleeping. The last time I had that problem it lasted for uh...TEN YEARS! I have been blessed lately with the ability to actually go to bed and actually fall asleep...Awesome, recommend it!

So, now when I can't sleep it makes me very nervous that this may be the beginning of another decade of sleeplessness. If you're noticing when this is posted you'll see it was around 2-ish in the AM!!! The anxiety level is building and the chances of sleeping are dwindling!

Then, I decide to do a google search for "Funny Cow pictures." I started looking for pictures of birch trees and my ability to wind up looking for funny cow pictures is probably one reasons I have trouble sleeping. This is the picture I found....

Yeah, never mind falling rocks...watch for cows falling from the sky!!! Oh, come on! That's funny! I wish I knew where this picture was taken.

Labor Day 2008

Labor Day is Family Day...

The Hibberts got together and had a little BBQ (wich means there was tons of food, cake, cookies, soda, salad and meat). It was fun seeing so many people there and being related to most of them in one way or other. The only one of my siblings that was missing was Lori :(. Oh, well... The big plus was no one got hurt, well not bad enough to have to go to the ER...there was a slight Jonas and Dosie (the dog) trying to catch the ball at the same time and a bloody lip was involved, but besides that all was pretty uneventful.

Revenge heaped upon Statistics!

Picture it...summer 2008, I have just sentenced myself to an online summer statistics class! Ahggg...the horror...the pain...and what the heck does a chi square have to do with ANOVA? Do I really need to know how deviated the standard is? And please tell me that the F-stat, p-value, and the z-scores are just lame rapper names!

There were times I'd be reading my dear old stats text wondering if someone just spilled a bowl of alphabet soup mixed with a complete boggle set and decided to call it stats. For example, I needed to know what the SSE, SSG, SST, MSG (has nothing to do with chinese food), MSE, F and P. (You can now place your index finger in between your lips and do that blah, blah, etc sound.) I was glad I never had to talk face to face with my professor, I'm pretty sure that would have involved climbing a turret in a castle somewhere in Transilvania, because I wouldn't have been able to keep that civil and you know how Igor's get when you threaten bodily harm to their 'master.'

So, I decided to do what any healthy, frantic and perhaps a bit angry stats student would do...Study like hell and complain to anyone with ears about how horrible statstistics is. I did find another student in my program who decided to celebrate the summer with statistics as well. This made complaining and heaping massive amounts of bad energy in professor Frankenstat's direction a lot more fun.

It was during one of these lamentation sessions that the bright idea was born. Oh, you have no idea how bright that light bulb was hanging over our heads when this idea came about...yeah, sunglasses would have been recommended to save your retinas. After our final test, we decided to take our stats books out to the middle of the mountains and unleash our pent up rage on them. (Translation = grab a 30-06, 22, and a 38 and blow the freaking books apart!)


Now, your probably asking, "how come you don't just sell them back to the bookstore?" Good question. My response has multiple levels...First, that's not as fun as shooting a book. Second, we both bought our books from Amazon.com for $8. Third, like most books that you buy at a university book store they weren't buying them back.

I would recommend this to anyone for therapuetic reasons over the pure thrill of seeing peices of book flying across the open field!!!

(I got that waskaly workbook!)